MTSAMAPOC Chapter 27

“Have I been too kind to you?”

She was displeased because her thoughts were discovered.

Ying Wutu shrank in fear, lowering his head and not daring to speak.

“Speak!” Jiang Shouzhuo’s tone became sharper.

Ying Wutu was so scared he hardly dared to breathe, the whip wounds on his back, which hadn’t been treated, starting to hurt again.

His palms hurt, his wrists hurt, and his severed fingers hurt.

His lower abdomen hurt the most.

“I… I saw it by accident,” Ying Wutu admitted, knowing it was because he couldn’t put the cups back in place that the wicked woman discovered it.

After all, his fingers had no strength to fold the notes.

Jiang Shouzhuo listened to his explanation, but her expression didn’t soften in the slightest.

She closed her eyes, recalling the past few days.

She suddenly realized she had indeed been acting strangely.

Why had she given the little rabbit so many privileges?

Why did she keep finding him… cute?

She remembered chatting with a friend over drinks, who mentioned that if a woman found a man cute and wanted to care for him, it meant she was done for.

Because she had fallen for him.

How could that be!

Clearly, all she felt for the little rabbit was… desire and the urge to conquer.

She wanted to break his pride and make him obedient.

Keeping him alive now, wasn’t it just because he was too injured to be fully enjoyed?

Originally, she planned to kill him after enjoying him.

But now?

His arrogance, taking advantage of her favor, made her feel utterly seen through.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She raised her leg and kicked him.

The kick landed squarely on Ying Wutu’s left shoulder, knocking him to the floor.

The whip wounds on his back were already severely infected, and this aggravated them. He let out a scream of agony.

The pain was unbearable.

“Shut up!” Jiang Shouzhuo didn’t want to listen.

She was unwilling to admit her feelings for the little rabbit had changed, let alone recall the fondness that had grown over the past few days.

What had she been doing these past few days?

Last night, she even wanted to hold him in her arms. Before, men were just tools to warm her bed. What did wanting to hug him mean?

Again and again, she had indulged him, showed him mercy, gave him medicine for his wounds after whipping him, afraid of accidentally playing him to death.

It was utter madness!

Ying Wutu was just a toy, meant to be played with until broken. Why worry about him?

“Didn’t you hear me say shut up?” When Jiang Shouzhuo opened her eyes again, they burned with anger, all previous gentleness gone.

“Hmm… mmph…” Ying Wutu tried to suppress his cries, but the wounds on his back were too severe, and that kick had been hard. He couldn’t hold back.

“Getting more audacious, aren’t you?” Jiang Shouzhuo bent down, grabbing Ying Wutu by the neck and lifting him up, staring into his face.

His face was filled with terror and grievance, his eyes red from crying, and tears rolled down, wetting her hand.

“Disgusting! How could I possibly like you!” Jiang Shouzhuo said to herself, refusing to acknowledge any feelings for the little rabbit beyond desire and conquest. Her tone grew harsher, “It’s all your fault for seducing me, you wretched thing!”

Ying Wutu felt even more wronged. He hadn’t seduced the wicked woman.

She had always been torturing him; how could he dare to seduce her?

But he didn’t dare explain or defend himself.

He couldn’t even if he wanted to, as her large hand gripped his neck, choking him.

Ying Wutu’s face turned red, his tongue sticking out. He coughed repeatedly, trying to grasp her wrist, but his hands lacked the strength to hold on.

Jiang Shouzhuo released him, dropping him back onto the floor.

Ying Wutu clutched his neck, coughing and gasping for air. He had no idea why the wicked woman suddenly lashed out. Wasn’t it just because he peeked under the cups? Why did it feel like she was angrier than during the assassination attempt?

Was seeing the notes such a grave offense?

“You should hate me.” Jiang Shouzhuo said, tossing a token from her sleeve.

The golden token rolled to a stop in front of Ying Wutu.

He stopped coughing, his fingers trying to pick it up but failing. He could only use his fingertips to feel the engraved character “Ying.”

This was a token of the royal guard of the Ying Kingdom.

The guards who delivered the gunpowder to him yesterday should have carried such tokens.

“I killed them all. You should hate me. We’re mortal enemies with a deep-seated vendetta. How dare you seduce me? Are you crazy, or am I?”

Jiang Shouzhuo completely refused to admit she had feelings for the little rabbit, so it must have been his seduction! It was all his fault!

Ying Wutu’s body and face were covered in wounds, but his features were still handsome, even more so than the Fifth Prince. His looks, combined with a bit of seduction, naturally drew women in.

Jiang Shouzhuo was a passionate woman, having not seen a man in half a year while at war. Being seduced by this cunning man was only natural. Before knowing his identity, hadn’t she often had strange dreams? It all made sense now.

Jiang Shouzhuo found a reason to justify her actions.

She felt much better now.

“You… you killed them?” Ying Wutu, his voice still hoarse from nearly being choked to death, asked.

“Buried alive. What? You want to dig them up?” Jiang Shouzhuo replied coldly.

“You…” Ying Wutu’s heart turned cold. He had wanted to ask about the two royal guards’ fate for the past two days but never had the chance. He even thought of pleading for them. It wasn’t wishful thinking—after all, the wicked woman had been more lenient with him these days. Despite still beating him, he had sensed a different emotion from her. Especially this morning, he had discovered a small secret in her notes. Why had she suddenly become so cold and unfeeling?

What had happened?

“Yes, that’s the look you should give me. You should hate me. With someone like me, do you still want to seduce me? You truly are despicable. I’m your enemy, yet you dare seduce me? It seems I can’t show you any kindness! Someone, come!” Jiang Shouzhuo ordered. As the carriage door opened, she instructed, “Lock him up, put him in the prison carriage. A captive should stay where captives belong.”

Deputy Yan didn’t understand. Why had the general suddenly turned against the enemy? Weren’t they just offering milk and notes? But she didn’t question it, roughly dragging Ying Wutu out of the carriage.

Ying Wutu cried out as he fell into the snow.

Jiang Shouzhuo instinctively looked towards the sound but restrained herself.

After all, her subordinates were present, and she had to maintain her composed appearance.

Only in front of the little rabbit did she let her emotions show.

A separate prison carriage was prepared. Ying Wutu was not only thrown inside but had heavy chains placed on his wrists and ankles, with a large iron ball attached to his ankle.

This iron-barred prison carriage was exposed to the elements, unlike Jiang Shouzhuo’s carriage. There was no brazier for warmth, and he didn’t even have the quilt he had wrapped around himself before.

Jiang Shouzhuo sat alone in her carriage, but the little rabbit’s scent lingered.

It was the smell of blood.

She opened the carriage door, letting the smell dissipate.

“Move out,” Jiang Shouzhuo ordered.

The army continued onward.

The scent of blood faded from the carriage, but cold air seeped in.

Jiang Shouzhuo closed the carriage door and sat in the now empty carriage.

She picked up the book she couldn’t focus on, not even realizing it was upside down, and pretended to read several pages.

When she noticed it was upside down, she slammed it on the table.

No more pretending.

What’s wrong with being annoyed?

It didn’t matter. In a few days, she’d be back in the capital, where she’d call her young attendants and indulge herself, soon forgetting about it.

As for the little rabbit, once his wounds healed, she’d enjoy him and then kill him, maybe even bury him in the backyard.

And from today on, she’d never show him kindness again, so he wouldn’t take liberties with it.

Jiang Shouzhuo glanced at the small box in the corner of the carriage.

She wondered why she had wasted time playing these games with the little rabbit.

Why not just wait to play with the attendants back home?

Jiang Shouzhuo thought she’d figured it out, but then her right hand started itching where the little rabbit had bitten her.

It was almost healed.

She stopped scratching and lay down, pretending to be sleepy.

But she couldn’t help thinking about the little rabbit, beaten so badly and now confined in the prison carriage, bleeding and possibly freezing.

“Let him freeze.”

She muttered to herself, turning over.

“Too bad I didn’t get to taste him…”

She turned back.

At that moment, Deputy Yan knocked on the carriage door and reported, “General, he’s passed out. What should we do?”

Jiang Shouzhuo sat up abruptly.

She raised her hand, then lowered it, raised it again.

No!

The little rabbit had deceived her so many times over the past six months. She had captured him alive for revenge.

Letting him die easily was too lenient. She had to keep him alive and torment him severely.

“Save him,” Jiang Shouzhuo ordered.